After Xiao Qingyang's father and son left, Liang Chaxiang became even busier, and asked her for instructions on all matters big and small, and Zhuang Bohua completely started to be the shopkeeper. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Of course, this is just a superficial phenomenon, secretly taking advantage of the absence of the Xiao family's father and son, Zhuang Bohua often instructs his henchmen to stumble Liang Chaxiang.

But what made him angry was that Liang Chaxiang could always handle things properly.

Of course, he was busy, and Liang Chaxiang still traveled with Wang Camellia and Qin Kecheng on the rest day.

Qin Kecheng graduated this summer, and for him, there will be a lot of time to play in the future.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, it was time for Xiao Qingyang's father and son to return home.

Liang Chaxiang also received a letter from Xiao Qingyang, and is expected to arrive in Liyang County early the day after tomorrow.

got accurate news, Wang Ma burned a table, Xiao Qingyang's father and son's favorite dishes.

Steward Qu personally took people to the dock to greet him, but he didn't pick up the father and son until the sun set in the west.

Maybe something was delayed, and the next day, Steward Qu led people to the dock early in the morning, but he still waited for a day.

Zhuang Bohua secretly prayed to God to let the father and son die outside and not come back.

Sure enough, at noon on the third day, news came back from Shanghai that the train that Xiao Qingyang and his son were riding had just started when an explosion occurred on a bridge in Shanghai, and a carload of passengers, including all the people in the car, fell into the lake, and the life and death of the father and son were unknown.

After getting the news, the whole factory was in an uproar, and the people were panicked, Liang Chaxiang hurriedly organized a meeting, and the whole factory staff meeting appeased people's hearts.

This time, Zhuang Bohua did not shirk, sitting on the high rostrum, talking outside the words, even if the Xiao family's father and son were not there, there was still him Zhuang Bohua sitting in this factory.

Liang Chaxiang looked at it coldly, Zhuang Bohua raised the corners of his mouth, knowing that he couldn't wait to replace him.

It was a busy day until dark, Liang Chaxiang returned home, and through the courtyard wall of the bamboo fence, there was no light in the house.

Not at home? Liang Chaxiang felt strange, usually at this point Liang Xiaoyou is either sitting under the lamp reading a book, or sewing clothes, today is a bit abnormal.

Pushing open the courtyard door, there was a figure in the darkness, stumbling towards her.

"Who?" Liang Chaxiang's heart tightened, and he shouted in a low voice.

The figure had already come to her, grabbed her hand and said eagerly, "Is Xiao Zhen really dead?" There was an eagerness in his voice that neither of them had noticed.

It turned out to be Liang Xiaoyou, Liang Chaxiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it is not surprising, Liang Xiaoyou knew about it, the news came, and immediately exploded, this son is afraid that the whole town will know about it.

"I don't know yet, the train exploded, and even people and cars fell into the lake, and it is estimated that a car of people is more than lucky."

When the words fell, Liang Chaxiang felt that Liang Xiaoyou's figure shook.

"Are you alright?" She was concerned.

"I'm fine," Liang Xiao helped his forehead, "I have a little headache, go to sleep first, the rice is in the pot, it's still hot, you go eat it!" ”

In the dark, Liang Chaxiang couldn't see the expression on her face, but she could also hear that she was in a bad mood, "Are you really okay?" Do you want to find a doctor to take a look? ”

"I'm fine, just get some sleep, don't worry about it."

Liang Xiaoyou dragged her heavy steps, step by step, each step seemed to drag a thousand pounds of boulders, from the courtyard to her own room, just a few dozen steps, but she felt that there seemed to be no end, and finally forced herself into the room, and collapsed to the ground all of a sudden.

The train exploded, there was more than one luck, Xiao Zhen should be dead! Why? Why didn't Xiao Zhen have the slightest pleasure when she died? Didn't she want Xiao Zhen to die? Why is it that now that he is dead, he does not feel happy at all?

She's supposed to be happy, isn't she? When her enemy died, she didn't need to do anything, God directly took the person away, how happy.

Yes, she should be happy, so happy, she finally waited for this day, and she should celebrate.

Yes, she wants to celebrate, Liang Xiao got up from the ground in a hurry, sat down in front of the dresser, and opened the dresser drawers one by one like crazy, and piled all the things in the drawers on the dresser.

Open all the rouge gouache boxes, wipe them on your face, a good face, stunned by the big flower face in the Peking Opera mask, looking at the mirror in which you don't look like a person, a ghost doesn't look like a ghost, Liang Xiaoyou suddenly swept all the rouge gouache on the dresser to the ground, sprinkled a ground of fat powder, and the box bones were rolling everywhere.

Liang Chaxiang didn't have the heart to eat dinner, although she had always warned herself not to fall for Xiao Qingyang's sugar-coated cannonball, the two of them were like two parallel lines, and they would never have a day of intersection.

has always told himself to be sensible, an enemy is an enemy, and he will never become a relative, if one day, Xiao Qingyang knows what she has done, he must want to kill her with his own hands.

So never, never, never, never be tempted!

She kept admonishing herself like this, trying to restrain her impulsive heart.

But it wasn't until this moment that I realized that I was wrong, I don't care about how long it lasts, as long as I have it, I will recall it in the future, and my life will not seem empty.

At this moment, her heart was empty, and she kept praying in her heart that Xiao Qingyang must live, must live.

The saddest thing in life is not that you understand your heart, but you can't stay with that person, but you understand your heart, but that person will never come back, leaving you alone to wander between heaven and earth, recalling the past, only endless desolation.

Liang Chaxiang was lying on the bed, tugging on the quilt tightly, tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes, wetting the pillow towel, because she was pulling too tightly, her finger bones were white, and the hollow in her heart was getting bigger and bigger, enveloping her endlessly.

The next day, Liang Xiaoyou was sick, the illness was raging, the whole body was weak and lying on the bed motionless, and he was nauseous and vomiting when he moved slightly.

Liang Chaxiang asked Wang Camellia to come over to help take care of her, and she went to the town to ask a Western doctor to come back.

The doctor had a stethoscope in his ear, listened to it back and forth, and then looked at Liang Xiaoyou's eyelids, he was moderately anemic, and his lungs were not very good, so he prescribed a blood medicine to nourish his lungs.

After eating for three or five days, it still didn't get better, and Liang Chaxiang also lost weight, and Grandma Wang suggested finding a Chinese medicine doctor to come back and have a look.

After a look at the Chinese medicine, Liang Xiaoyou was a heart disease, and he had been depressed in the chest for a long time, so he prescribed a prescription for soothing qi and regulating the liver, and handed it to Liang Chaxiang to grasp the medicine according to the order, and reminded that heart disease still needs heart medicine, and this prescription is just to play an auxiliary role.

Liang Chaxiang didn't know what Liang Xiaoyou's heart disease was, so she could only give her Chinese and Western medicines alternately, which made the smell of medicine in the small courtyard constant.

Wang Camellia looked at Liang Xiaoyou, who was lying on the bed and had obviously lost a lot of weight, and said to Liang Chaxiang, "Is your aunt better?" ”

Liang Chaxiang's eyes turned blue, and she couldn't hide her haggardness, "It's still the same, there is no news from Shanghai, I originally thought about going to Shanghai again, but now I'm afraid I can't make the trip." ”

When the words fell, Liang Xiaoyou, who was lying on the bed motionless and motionless, suddenly bounced up from the bed. (To be continued.) )